The Family Legacy
The basement stank of burned flesh.
“It’s a gateway to outside our world,” my dad said, pointing to the hole. “They never stop coming, but light attracts them.”
I adjusted my night vision goggles. “Can we block it up?”
“You don’t think I’ve tried?”
A stygian tendril snaked out. Dad’s machete came down, severing it cleanly. I heard a shriek.
“They do that sometimes.” He tossed the writhing limb into the incinerator.
“What if they’re intelligent, if they need help?”
“We can’t risk it,” he said. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. All blood is black in the dark.”